The eastern horizon was aglow with rosy tints the following morning when Holcroft awoke; the stars were but just fading from the sky and the birds were still silent.  He knew by these signs that it was very early and that he could carry out his plan of a timely start to town.  Dressing very quietly, he stole downstairs, shoes in hand, lest his tread should awaken Alida.  The kitchen door leading into the hall was closed.  Lifting the latch carefully, he found the lamp burning, the breakfast table set, and the kettle humming over a good fire. "This is her work, but where is she?" he queried in much surprise.

The outer door was ajar; he noiselessly crossed the room, and looking out, he saw her.  She had been to the well for a pail of water, but had set it down and was watching the swiftly brightening east.  She was so still and her face so white in the faint radiance that he had an odd, uncanny impression.  No woman that he had ever known would stop that way to look at the dawn.  He could see nothing so peculiar in it as to attract such fixed attention. "Alida," he asked, "what do you see?"

She started slightly and turned to take up the pail; but he had already sprung down the steps and relieved her of the burden.

"Could anything be more lovely than those changing tints?  It seems to me I could have stood there an hour," she said quietly.

"You are not walking or doing all this in your sleep, are you?" he asked, laughing, yet regarding her curiously. "You looked as you stood there like what people call a--what's that big word?"

"I'm not a somnambulist and never was, to my knowledge.  You'll find I'm wide enough awake to have a good breakfast soon."

"But I didn't expect you to get up so early.  I didn't wish it."

"It's too late now," she said pleasantly, "so I hope you won't find fault with me for doing what I wanted to do."

"Did you mean to be up and have breakfast when I told you last night?"

"Yes.  Of course I didn't let you know for you would have said I mustn't, and then I couldn't.  It isn't good for people to get up so early and do as much as you had on your mind without eating.  Now you won't be any the worse for it."

"I certainly ought to be the better for so much kindly consideration; but it will cure me of such unearthly hours if you feel that you must conform to them.  You look pale this morning, Alida; you're not strong enough to do such things, and there's no need of it when I'm so used to waiting on myself."

"I shall have to remind you," she replied with a bright look at him over her shoulder, "that you said I could do things my own way."

"Well, it seems odd after a year when everyone who came here appeared to grudge doing a thing for a man's comfort."

"I should hope I was different from them."

"Well, you are.  I thought you were different from anyone I ever knew as I saw you there looking at the east.  You seem wonderfully fond of pretty things."

"I'll own to that.  But if you don't hurry you won't do as much as you hoped by getting up early."

The morning was very mild, and she left the outer door open as she went quickly to and fro with elasticity of spirit as well as step.  It was pleasant to have her efforts appreciated and almost as grateful to hear the swelling harmony of song from the awakening birds.  The slight cloud that had fallen on her thoughts the evening before had lifted.  She felt that she understood Holcroft better, and saw that his feeling was only that of honest friendliness and satisfaction.  She had merely to recognize and respond to so much only and all would be well.  Meantime, she desired nothing more, and he should be thoroughly convinced of this fact.  She grew positively light-hearted over the fuller assurance of the truth that although a wife, she was not expected to love--only to be faithful to all his interests.  This, and this only, she believed to be within her power.

Holcroft departed in the serenity characteristic of one's mood when the present is so agreeable that neither memories of the past nor misgivings as to the future are obtrusive.  He met Watterly in town, and remarked, "This is another piece of good luck.  I hadn't time to go out to your place, although I meant to take time."

"A piece of good luck indeed!" Tom mentally echoed, for he would have been greatly embarrassed if Holcroft had called.  Mrs. Watterly felt that she had been scandalized by the marriage which had taken place in her absence, and was all the more resentful for the reason that she had spoken to a cousin of uncertain age and still more uncertain temper in behalf of the farmer.  In Mrs. Watterly's estimate of action, it was either right, that is, in accordance with her views, or else it was intolerably wrong and without excuse.  Poor Tom had been made to feel that he had not only committed an almost unpardonable sin against his wife and her cousin, but also against all the proprieties of life. "The idea of such a wedding taking place in my rooms and with my husband's sanction!" she had said with concentrated bitterness.  Then had followed what he was accustomed to characterize as a spell of "zero weather."  He discreetly said nothing. "It didn't seem such a bad idea to me," he thought, "but then I suppose women folks know best about such things."

He was too frank in his nature to conceal from Holcroft his misgivings or his wife's scornful and indignant disapproval. "Sorry Angy feels so bad about it, Jim," he said ruefully, "but she says I mustn't buy anything more of you."

"Or have anything more to do with me, I suppose?"

"Oh, come now!  You know a man's got to let his women-folks have their say about household matters, but that don't make any difference in my feelings toward you."

"Well, well, Tom!  If it did, I should be slow to quarrel with a man who had done me as good a turn as you have.  Thank the Lord!  I've got a wife that'll let me have some say about household and all other matters.  You, too, are inclined to think that I'm in an awful scrape.  I feel less like getting out of it every day.  My wife is as respectable as I am and a good sight better than I am.  If I'm no longer respectable for having married her, I certainly am better contented than I ever expected to be again.  I want it understood, though, that the man who says anything against my wife may have to get me arrested for assault and battery."

"When it comes to that, Jim," replied Watterly, who was meek only in the presence of his wife, "I'd just as lief speak against her as wink if there was anything to say.  But I say now, as I said to you at first, she aint one of the common sort.  I thought well of her at first, and I think better of her now since she's doing so well by you.  But I suppose marrying a woman situated as she was isn't according to regulation.  We men are apt to act like the boys we used to be and go for what we want without thinking of the consequences."

"It's the consequences that please me most.  If you had been dependent on Mumpson, Malonys, and Wigginses for your home comfort you wouldn't worry about the talk of people who'd never raise a finger for you.  Well, goodbye, I'm in a hurry.  Your heart's in the right place, Tom, and some day you'll come out and take dinner with me.  One dinner, such as she'll give you, will bring you round.  One of our steady dishes is a bunch of flowers and I enjoy 'em, too.  What do you think of that for a hard-headed old fellow like me?"

Some men are chilled by public disapproval and waver under it, but Holcroft was thereby only the more strongly confirmed in his course.  Alida had won his esteem as well as his good will, and it was the instinct of his manhood to protect and champion her.  He bought twice as many flowers and seeds as she had asked for, and also selected two simple flower vases; then started on his return with the feeling that he had a home.

Alida entered upon her duties to the poultry with almost the pleasure of a child.  She first fed them, then explored every accessible nook and hiding place in the barn and outbuildings.  It was evident that many of the biddies had stolen their nests, and some were brooding upon them with no disposition to be disturbed.  Out of the hundred or more fowls on the place, a good many were clucking their maternal instincts, and their new keeper resolved to put eggs under all except the flighty ones that left their nests within two or three days' trial.  As the result of her search, the empty egg basket was in a fair way to be full again very soon.  She gloated over her spoils as she smilingly assured herself, "I shall take him at his word.  I shall spend nearly all I make this year in fixing up the old house within and without, so he'll scarcely know it."

It was eleven o'clock before Holcroft drove to the door with the flowers, and he was amply repaid by her pleasure in receiving them. "Why, I only expected geraniums," she said, "and you've bought half a dozen other kinds."

"And I expected to get my own coffee this morning and a good breakfast was given me instead, so we are quits."

"You're probably ready for your dinner now, if it is an hour earlier than usual.  It will be ready in ten minutes."

"Famous!  That will give me a good long afternoon.  I say, Alida, when do you want the flower beds made?"

"No hurry about them.  I shall keep the plants in the window for a week or two.  It isn't safe to put them outdoors before the last of May.  I'll have some slips ready by that time."

"Yes, I know.  You'll soon have enough to set out an acre."

The days of another week passed quietly and rapidly away, Alida becoming almost as much absorbed in her interests as he in his.  Every hour added to the beauty of the season without.  The unplowed fields were taking on a vivid green, and Holcroft said that on the following Monday the cows should go out to pasture.  Wholesome, agreeable occupation enabled Alida to put away sad thoughts and memories.  Nature and pleasant work are two potent healers, and she was rallying fast under their ministry.  Holcroft would have been blind indeed had he not observed changes for the better.  Her thin cheeks were becoming fuller, and her exertions, with the increasing warmth of the season, often flushed her face with a charming color.  The old sad and troubled expression was passing away from her blue eyes.  Every day it seemed easier for her to laugh, and her step grew more elastic.  It was all so gradual that he never questioned it, but his eyes followed her with increasing pleasure and he listened, when she spoke, with deepening interest.  Sundays had been long and rather dreary days, but now he positively welcomed their coming and looked forward to the hours when, instead of brooding over the past, he should listen to her pleasant voice reading his few and neglected books.  There was a new atmosphere in his home--a new influence, under which his mind was awakening in spite of his weariness and absorption in the interests of the farm.  Alida was always ready to talk about these, and her questions would soon enable her to talk understandingly.  She displayed ignorance enough, and this amused him, but her queries evinced no stupidity.  In reading to her father and in the cultivation of flowers, she had obtained hints of vital horticultural principles, and Holcroft said to her laughingly one evening at sup............